While hoisting the flag on the eve of the independence day,
While unfurling the flag, Saw I
while pulling the rope to position it top,
Read I the imprints,
The imprints of struggle, sacrifice and suffering,
The freedom fighters at struggle,
Martyrs' blood and sacrifice,
The soldier's death
And read into closely
India's tryst with destiny
While pulling the rope, letting it glide to the top,
Saw I the visions,
The visions of the past
And the living present.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
tryst with destiny, good writing, thanks.